What confused me most was what had transpired between Sally and her father. He had incestuous interest in her, but tried to deny it. She did not welco...e that interest, and in fact appeared to be honestly (and properly) disgusted by it. And yet, she had let her brother breed her happily, and with joy. The father's moral code was normal, if a bit flawed. Hers was that of a slut.And yet, between the two of them, there was no doubt which I preferred.I preferred the slut.And I say vehemently that. My pussy and mouth has seen (and felt) hundreds of guys burst their loads in me and I have probably swallowed enough cum over the years to fill a bathtub!One afternoon, a girlfriend of mine stopped by and was telling me about how much she liked taking cocks up her ass bareback and that she loved feeling their jism shoot deep in her. The talk was making me really horny and I explained to her that my asshole, even at my age, was virtually virgin since only a couple of guys had screwed me back. Maybe he read my mind. Then he barely tipped his head towards his wife and again signalled no. Didn't want her to know? What's going on? Well, the meal went well, the service was impeccable if I do say so myself, and there was a good bit of friendly banter between us throughout the hour. I noticed that Dick had finished eating before the others and had put his credit card on the table with the check. I swung by and asked if I could run the card for him. He agreed so I picked it up and. ’ he offered. ‘All of that sounds great, but I should get back now’ I said as I started to get up. ‘Why? Sarah is out of town and I have the extra bedroom – just stay here. I would enjoy the company. Besides, maybe we can finish that wall tomorrow. ‘ ‘No problem – grilled pork chops are my favorite and I’d be glad to help. I just didn’t want to get in your way in case you had a hot date or something.’ He laughed and said the he had been throwing himself into this house and really hadn’t gone.